This is the first of many telegraphs, in which I shall endeavor to accurately de-scribe the exotic curiosities of this savage peninsula. I shan't editorialize too much, for fear of tainting the integrity of the project, instead what follows shall be a series of colorize'd images, capture'd via state-of-the-art daguerrotype tech-nologie.
Having forgotten my tin of bromide on the steamboat, causing me consid'rable vexation, I was able to capture only a single image upon arrival:
I figure the cylinder to be a vessel, for the con-tainment of spiritous libations. The native runes translate into a threat to "mutilate my thirst". Such a proposition would be most dis-agreeable, I daresay! The monolith behind it, is some sort of primitive idol or totem, proclaiming the invincibility of the provincial deity. I entere'd the ziggurat and inquire'd as to whether there were any up-coming sacrificial ceremonies, I might attend and document. I could not understand his reply.